Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
My whole body trembles. He managed to find me. I’d hoped that he wouldn’t think of Colt, but that was obviously a stupid mistake. Of course, he’d look into the handsome Ranger. “You don’t have to worry. I’ll be gone tomorrow morning.”
“I want the truth. Now, Sierra.” He demands, looking every bit the tough sergeant major he once was.
“He won’t go to the police,” I quickly reassure him. “He just said that to get you to call him back.”
“That’s not what I want to know,” he grounds out. His brown gaze is piercing. He’s searching my face as if the truth might be written there.
I finally sigh. “He was going to sell me, OK? It’s not a big deal. I got away and I’ll find a new place to stay as soon as the sun is up. You’ll never have to see me again.”
Colt blinks. It’s a slow blink that has me realizing his eyelashes are long and thick, beautiful enough to get him featured in a commercial. His voice is filled with bewilderment when he asks, “Sell you?”
My cheeks heat and I manage a quick, jerky nod.
“I’m not fucking understanding this.” There’s a harsh edge to his tone that I’ve never heard before. The only time he was upset since I’ve met him is when he was in the bakery, talking about missing out on his child’s life.
Fortunately, my voice doesn’t break when I tell him, “It’s just to a rich billionaire who wants a young woman.”
Despite everything Albert said about finding me a nice husband, I don’t really believe him. A man that’s willing to buy a woman can’t be some saint who just wants to drape his wife in diamonds. No, that sounds like the kind of man that wants a woman to be a piece of property. Something he can use as he sees fit.
I see the moment that Colt understands this. His expression changes. It turns dark and ugly. “The hell I’ll let that happen.”
“Just don’t tell him I was here. It’ll give me a head start,” I explain, hating that my voice has a pleading note to it. Living with Albert for the past few years hasn’t exactly been a walk in the park but at least I felt safe until the last three weeks. Now I’m a terrified mess that can barely eat or sleep.
“I’m not letting you leave,” he insists.
I swallow hard. I want to stay with Colt forever. “He knows where I am.”
He leans even closer until we’re sharing the same air. Rage blazes in his eyes and his nostrils flare. “Let. Him. Come.”
“Colt…” I don’t know what else to say. This is what I wanted, someone to protect me but not at any cost. I don’t want Colt to end up hurt. Not when he’s started to mean so much to me.
He drops his head and presses his lips to mine. My hands instantly go to his shoulders, pulling him closer. I want to let him be my defender and my protector. I want him to wrap me up in his arms and keep me safe forever.
His kiss is different than it was earlier. It’s even more commanding and dominant. He nips at my bottom lip and murmurs, “Open for me.”
I obey, helpless to resist him. There’s something about his deep, growly voice and the things it does to my insides. I want to be his good girl. The woman that can drive him wild the way no one else can.
He breaks the kiss and for one moment, I’m terrified it’s going to be a repeat from earlier with him pulling away from me. But instead, he picks me up and I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips. The position puts my center against the ridge of his erection, and I experiment by rocking against him.
His hands go to my ass, his fingers digging into my sensitive flesh. He groans before he seams his lips to mine again. His tongue brushes the roof of my mouth and coaxes a small moan from me.
A brief jolt goes through my body, and I realize he’s pinned me against the wall. Moisture floods my panties at the way he’s taking control. He’s not asking me questions or trying to be a gentleman. He’s being the alpha who takes what he wants and dammit, I want to be taken. I want him to take me so many times that I can’t stand up straight tomorrow. I want him to give me pleasure until I’m screaming and crying and shaking.
I groan his name when he places kisses along the sensitive skin of my throat. I wonder if he can feel the pounding of my pulse and how drenched I’ve become down below.
“You wear too many clothes,” he complains as he reaches for my t-shirt. Somehow we manage to do an awkward tango that frees me and suddenly, I’m in front of him in just my black bra with old school HTML code on it.